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WHAT A VIEW - Simon - 11-20-2025
My body stirs, and I wake gently to the foamy splashing noises of you washing in the shower. The sounds soothe me as I drift in and out of soft sleep, delicious dreamlike memories of last night playing in my mind. You lifting me easily up against the wall upon our return from dinner. Your lips searing kisses onto my desperate aching flesh, your tongue licking my pussy… The sound of the water spray stops and I open my eyes.
I think of you sliding out of the glass shower cabinet, glistening and squeaky clean as you reach for your towel and sling it around your sculpted hips.
I stretch out my limbs in the bed, beautiful white linens cocoon me and arousal flutters in my abdomen as I imagine you in a semi-naked state. When we made love last night, I marvelled at how well we fit together, each dip and curve finding a natural home. And I’m hungry for it again, hungry to feel your muscles skate beneath your toned skin. Hungry for all the ways you make my body yours. My ears strain to catch the sound of a movement so I can imagine what you’re doing next, but you must be holding yourself very still and silent.
I can’t resist anymore and fling the covers off, my toes still in my bedsocks and pad through wearing my thong to the bathroom. You laughed at me last night when I scampered to join you in bed with my socks on so I’d taken them off and rubbed my icy feet into your burning hot skin. You’d recoiled, shrieking at me to put them back on. Later, I’d tried to steal some of your body heat from between your thighs, but you shoved me off laughing and muttering something about getting revenge. I soon warmed up, but I do need soft cashmere on my feet to keep me cosy. My breath hitches when I see you, and I forget about taking them off and make a lunge.
Oh yes, there you are. Perfection sitting in front of the huge bathroom window, what a view indeed. The cityscape fans out behind you oblivious to what’s going on this side of the glass… or is it? A thrill cascades through me to think someone out there might be watching. A secret voyeur. I remember films where window cleaners on pull up cradles suddenly appear, and I quickly peek to check, half wishing there would be a witness, someone watching a strange couple fucking passionately. Us fucking passionately.
I roll in between your legs and start kissing you – wet sexy sounds echo through the marbled walls. I grind into you, savouring your freshly washed taste as your hands snake up to my breasts.
You cup them in your palms, running your thumbs over my nipples and release. They fall gently back into place as you slide your strong grip up my neck and entwine your fingers into the hair at my nape. Oh, how that gets me. My nerve endings shiver from my scalp right down my spine to my toes, and my want builds.
You are the perfect kisser, so sultry yet insistent, it conjures images of fucking and my cunt yearns for attention. We’re undulating together in time with our lips, and I guide your hand between my legs, and you toy with the fabric of my thong, working my pussy through the scant material. I tip my pelvis to meet your touch, riding your hand, a prelude to what is to come. Heat from your body meets mine, and I want to wrap myself up in it.
I lean in and kiss you again and don’t notice at first that your cock has fallen free of the towel. Lust grows as the sweet clean scent of you wafts to my taste buds and my mouth waters. I reach down and take you in my grip, relishing the fact that you are hard already. I adore your dick, and I masturbate you slowly to the same rhythm you’re teasing me. I untangle you from the towel and enjoy the sight of you fully naked. You twist me around and with your deft fingers pull my panties down letting them fall to the floor as we keep kissing over my shoulder and your fingers creep to my pussy.
You know exactly how to work my cunt, and I’m wet already, feeling the delicious nudge of your erection at my buttocks. I tip my hips to lift my ass in invitation. Just one quick lick of your hand to lubricate me from behind and I’m ready for you. I lean back and savour the insistence of you prying open my entrance, and I squeeze tight, just for a second, to make you push that bit harder. I release and press down onto your cock. I love the sensation of my pussy stretching eagerly to accommodate your thick girth. I feel every ridge and groove as you slide your way into my welcoming depths. You hold my clit and mound in one hand and keep me in place with the other, palming my breast, making me feel enveloped in your whole being.
I want more. I lift my leg high over yours and hook it up onto the windowsill to get better purchase, and you support my thigh as you thrust. I feel truly pinned somehow in this pose. Your grip under my thigh feels strong and manly, and I imagine again, the scene of our fucking, a stranger taking it in from a distance. I visualise myself, a whimpering rag doll shamelessly baring my cunt to the world, inviting everyone to come take a look at our bodies performing the sex show of a lifetime.
I want you deeper inside, so I put my foot to the floor and lean forward a little, bouncing joyfully on your beautiful dick.
Your fingers curl at my pussy lips, massaging my clit so my pleasure mounts further. All the while you hold me in place with your other hand, cradling me close as you breathe hot nothings into my hair. I let out some moans that ricochet through the lush room and start frigging off my clit with my own fingers. It feels so good. I’m engulfed in sensation with you holding me fast as we fuck.
My foot is up on your knee now, and we rock gently for a moment before resuming our original stance. You begin to jerk, and I ease off, sliding up and down more slowly to stop you coming. I’m desperate to come too, but I never want this to end. I want to stay on this edge forever, up in this beautiful room, overlooking the world as if you’ve brought me to heaven.
You rise from the sill and bend me over the bath, and I put my hands on the roll top for balance. I love how my tits fall forward and the way they sway and move as we fuck. I arch my back to enhance the feeling, and the position seems to make your cock bury in deeper.
The sexy sounds our rutting makes adds to the thrill that someone could hear us. I grip tighter to the bath as you plough into me, fucking hard. The slapping noise of your thick meat as your pelvis meets my ass cheeks is invigorating. It’s so deep, so full, my cunt is stretched, and I’m dripping wet for you. I lean over further and meet you thrust for thrust, closing my eyes, getting lost in the sensation of being impaled on your succulent cock.
You grab my shoulder and let your touch trail over my flesh raising goosebumps in its wake. I could feel stars being born in my synapses and nerve endings and I’m almost spirited away to another plane of pleasure. I’m spiralling off when you withdraw, and for a moment my cunt feels bereft. I turn to face you.
That look in your eye hints at what you have in mind. You sit me on the edge of the bathtub holding me wide apart, kissing my mouth, throat, then nipple as you travel down to my pussy.
You dive in between my thighs, parting my lips with your expert tongue. It’s so good, and I lift my leg up and over, pulling you into me with my foot hooked on your back, latching you to me. You’re devouring me now, and we grab hands as my tension builds within my pelvis.
Oh, my cunt is so open and raw, ready for you to take me places. The welling in the pit of my core begins, and I fall into that sublime place of impending climax. Twinkling darkness looms at my periphery as I lose myself to this ecstasy. Just as I feel I might rise to the brink, you stop licking and lean backward, sinking to the floor on your knees, cock standing high and proud in an invitation for me to straddle you.
Oh and I do, of course, I do.
I lower myself onto you, swallowing your delicious dick easily and fuck you, thrusting my pelvis, grinding my cunt all over your hot fucking body. My juices are spilling out onto your thighs, and my flesh is alight with sensations. I feel it vibrating from me in waves, and I’m sure you can see my arousal in this way. You seem to know exactly where to touch to heighten my want and experience every time.
It takes my breath away how you know me, how you read me so perfectly.
You push me back, and I spread my legs as wide as I can, leaning on my hands so we can both get a good view of your cock impaling my flesh, fucking my red wet cunt over and over. The ridges of your cockhead hit me right up in my G-spot, and we meet thrust for thrust. I’m so close now, I spit on my fingers and reach down to my open cunt and rub my exposed, desperate clit. I might bite right through my lip the rising is so strong and I stroke harder, faster to match our fucking.
The sounds of our sex, wet and rough, tips me over the edge and I come shuddering and writhing on your sexy cock. My skin is tingling all over, and you reach up while I’m still spasming and cup my face, tethering me to this physical moment, drawing me in to ride you again.
We embrace tightly as the focus shifts to your pleasure. I work your dick with my cunt, undulating my hips and pelvis to milk and coax your orgasm. I want it, I want to claim you as mine with my hot tight pussy. I engage all my internal muscles and ride you as hard as I can. My own desire mounts again, and my juices coat your upper thighs as I squeeze and release. I think I might come again as your cock begins to twitch and tease me in return. I keep thrusting hard and shove my fingers into the action, greedily building my own pleasure again. Your breath grows ragged as you begin to come undone.
I love this moment, the moment I can feel the surge from deep within. It starts with your body curling inward as you fold into yourself for a second before letting go and the surge becomes a twitch then a spurt then you’re grunting your hot, delicious spunk right up inside me. I welcome it and keep massaging and milking your quivering dick with my cunt muscles. I want this to be the best time yet. You release again and again, and I’m filled with lust and delight, and I can’t stop writhing on you. Your rhythm slows, and when I’m sure you’ve given me every last drop, I relax a little and melt into you.
We embrace, and I cling on to you with everything I have, wanting to swallow you whole, keep you inside for as long as I can.
As our heart rate and breathing soften, I wonder what the city has in store for us today. I lean into your neck and inhale the scent of expensive soap and the mingled musk of our sex. Part of me wants to coat myself in our pheromones, to walk around wantonly and make it known you’re mine. I undulate my body into yours again, scenting myself like a feral wild thing. I know you’ll suggest a shower or long bubble bath, but I want to bathe in your aroma for a little while longer.
I know you have plans for dinner, and my hunger for you is gently being replaced by a hunger for something delicious in an exclusive little restaurant with candles and champagne, just how I like it. I prise myself from your grip, your beautiful erection gently subsiding as I shift off your lap, satisfied and languid from our mutual pleasure.
We rise together, and I pick up your discarded towel as we head to the shower. You laugh, tickling my sides and push me into the glass shower cabinet, cashmere socks and all, and you turn the cold on full blast.
I shriek and squeal, trying to escape but you pin me fast to the wall, that glint is back in your eye as searing cold cascades over me. I can feel you growing hard again already as you reach down and cup my ass cheeks in your hands and lift me up, opening my legs to wrap around you. You stare at me and smile as you spear me with your cock and fuck me hard against the tiles. I’m gasping with the chill of the shower and excitement of being taken so soon and so savagely.
I chance a look over your shoulder to the huge window and city beyond, hoping that whoever can see us has the perfect view.
Ends